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stupid cashiers
on the way to work (i skytrain to work because parking fuckin expensive downtown) i stopped in the lil store in granville station, bought a $2 drink with a $5 bill, got 17$ change.
yes, 17$ not only did she give me a grossly incorrect amount of change, she actually charged me more then 2 dollars for the pop. Whatever though, i basically ended up with $15 for free so i didn't complain :) |
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Being a cashier myself, it's the cashiers mistake. She should have watched what she was doing more closely. If he HAD pointed out the mistake that would have been very cool on his part, but it's not something he's obligated to do. She's not doing her job properly, so maybe from this something good will come out if it(she won't do it again. learn from experience). Or maybe she thought he was hot and wanted to give him a happy valentines day.:)
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Between the grossly incorrect change given and the incorrectly charged drink, it sounds like McDonald's delivery from a few years back (Kingston Ontario, where I went to university was a big test market center so we got to experience lots of stuff that wasn't available elsewhere). Whenever you ordered it would be about a 90% chance that they would screw up your order...but it was about an even 50-50 whether or not the screwup would be them giving you less food than you ordered or if they'd give you more.
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omfg that reminded me. I went to some preparty for some rave at 7 alexander...d00d.... I was with 3 friends, we're sitting there drinkin and shit, and these big fat 30/40yr old women come sit near us. "How's it going boys?" uhh not too bad "How old are you guys?" 19 (we were actually like 17/18 but yeah it was kinda iffy some old ladies asking us how old we were so we lied) then one said to another "They're kind of young, but they'll do..." and then we took off :) |
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I had some creepy guy whos name i think was "wayne" follow me on skytrain cause i was "too pretty to skytrain alone".
he started telling me he liked me and he wanted to take me for dinner.. and i'm like sorry.. my bf's picking me up right now.. and he's likeoh that's okay.. maybe we can just go for coffee then.. i was 15.. he was like.. 20 something.. and scruffy and bum-looking.. creeeeeepy.. |